WHO: Karlach, OTA WHAT: Arrivals, first meetings, misconceptions, research, and definitely hitting things. WHEN: Throughout Firstfall WHERE: Gallows, Various NOTES: Let's cook with fire, baby.
If that tone in her voice softens him, it's embedded in only fine details—just a slightly less tense way of holding his mouth, maybe a subtle slackening across the line of his shoulders. Near subliminal, this messaging that he understands her to be less of a threat than she was a moment ago; and he, to her.
"Aye," Marcus says. And he could leave it at that. Move to open the door, begin rattling off the information she will need to get a foot in; signing her name to Forces (he would imagine), locating a room, where to find food—
And he will, at least as a courtesy to herself and everyone else around, but he says instead, "Our Commander is a Tevinter pirate. Our former Ambassador, a spy of Ferelden's throne. I served with the mage rebellion, and a Templar of my Circle is permitted to walk our walls on guard duty assigned by myself."
Here, some small change to an expression that has remained stubbornly neutral throughout; a barely there upturn at the corner of his mouth, a trace of humour. "And our traitors rarely come to us with their hearts glowing through their chests."
It's better that he maintains himself. It gives her the grace of an example to help her get herself back together.
Karlach reaches up to wipe at her face, where a pesky tear has escaped. Back in there, you! And get to her feet to follow the Captain. He has such a large, steady presence that she's surprised by how much taller she is than him.
The steady relay of information means that all he needs from her is a nod now than again, a quick clarification, and by the time he almost-smiles at her, like it's an offhand thought and not the most comforting gesture of welcome she's had since her arrival, a little smile has caught up to her.
Karlach gives a slightly wet laugh, heartfelt and warm, and breaks into a broad grin.
no subject
"Aye," Marcus says. And he could leave it at that. Move to open the door, begin rattling off the information she will need to get a foot in; signing her name to Forces (he would imagine), locating a room, where to find food—
And he will, at least as a courtesy to herself and everyone else around, but he says instead, "Our Commander is a Tevinter pirate. Our former Ambassador, a spy of Ferelden's throne. I served with the mage rebellion, and a Templar of my Circle is permitted to walk our walls on guard duty assigned by myself."
Here, some small change to an expression that has remained stubbornly neutral throughout; a barely there upturn at the corner of his mouth, a trace of humour. "And our traitors rarely come to us with their hearts glowing through their chests."
no subject
Karlach reaches up to wipe at her face, where a pesky tear has escaped. Back in there, you! And get to her feet to follow the Captain. He has such a large, steady presence that she's surprised by how much taller she is than him.
The steady relay of information means that all he needs from her is a nod now than again, a quick clarification, and by the time he almost-smiles at her, like it's an offhand thought and not the most comforting gesture of welcome she's had since her arrival, a little smile has caught up to her.
Karlach gives a slightly wet laugh, heartfelt and warm, and breaks into a broad grin.
"Sounds like I'm going to love it here."